Dogs do a lot of embarrassing things. I get that and I make no excuses for me or my kind. I am what I am. But what I am not, is a middle-aged human who exploits tenuous ancestral ties and an interest in raunchy poetry to throw a debauched birthday tribute party based on drinking [...]
Yep. Big snore fest. Shots of Gisele Bündchen were worth opening my eyes for every once and awhile. Even Frisco thinks she's fine and he has the sexuality of a soft toy. But that was pretty much it. Evidently punting is playing these days. There's a better way. It's called hockey. Go Caps. Can't sleep [...]
It's difficult to describe this guy. On the one hand, He's hard. He's a former Gulf War infantry marine. Gruff. Pretty high tolerance for pain. He once pulled out his own tooth because he couldn't see the surgeon 'till after the weekend. No really. That happened. When He's not doing undecipherable tech stuff, He likes [...]
Short story? Tempus fugit. Waiting for a groundhog. It's what I do. Yeah, I know - big words for a dog, but I've gotten used to using a bit of Latin when I'm hanging with Molly. She's a Corgi - probably royal bloodlines - and appreciates me for more than just [...]
So, they left me. They totally left me. Never mind the fact that The Boy and I have a special bond, and maybe, just maybe, he’d like to have me at his boot camp graduation more than he’d like to have a couple weepy parents that won’t leave him alone in front of whatever [...]
I'm not really into terms like 'best friend.' It sounds like something The Girl would say, and dogs have way more dignity than to do their nails together and watch 50 First Dates until 2 in the morning; but it would get confusing if I said what he really is: my brother from another [...]
Well, this is gonna be sad – Siri started crying while I was dictating drafts. Just warning you ahead of time if you don’t like that kind of thing. She doesn’t. That’s why She’s been acting like it’s just another week. Making dumb jokes about having to do all the heavy stuff in the [...]
He and I – I and He. That's all it's been for two weeks now. But it's coming to an end tonight when She Returns. Don't get the wrong idea. I like Her. She throws weeds, lets me get dirty and puts an egg on my food in the morning. She's not putting it [...]
Where to begin. I'm a Jack Russell Terrier. I know it and They knew it way before there was any talk of bringing me into the family. That doesn't mean good things for cats. But as a bonus, it doesn't mean good things for rats, voles, moles, groundhogs, skunks (That was, upon reflection, a [...]
I’m not into these big parties She likes to throw. Lots of smells, lots of chaos, usually lots of little kids and everyone way too distracted to get off their butts and throw my ball; but I’ve gotta say, a party made up of plant people usually means a party made up of pet [...]
Not content to ruin her own life with empty New Year promises, She put me on the radar last night. There I am minding my own business in front of the fire, doing the dutiful dog thing, Happy Last Day of 2017 and all that, when I hear her say, “Mungo needs to lose [...]
A Nylabone. The groundhogs I kill for this family, and THAT’s what I get for Christmas. Gotta say, pretty underwhelmed. Thinking Molly’s humans are giving her the run of Pet Smart right now and let’s face it, Frisco’s so damned spoiled he’s probably having his nails shampooed with the tears of angels while he licks [...]
Many long time readers don't need an introduction to Mungo, our well-loved Jack Russell who is my constant companion in the garden. Every garden should have a garden dog, and if you're a cat person instead, every garden should have a garden cat. We've got both (well, several when it comes to cats) and [...]
